CLAW Day 3.1: Pissing in the Middle of Class

Cleveland—April, 2019

The Piss Play Skills Class with demos was scheduled at 9:30 am.  I got up at 7, but I still didn’t have clear piss when I arrived at the Flex Asylum, a private play area at the bathhouse in town.  It’s a long room with slings, crosses, bondage tables, etc and at the end, a wet area.  There is a shower up a few steps and a low wall with metal fencing in that diamond pattern—big enough for men to stand on a platform, put their dick though the fencing and piss on the men inside.

Fluid Pig and his Pup arrived.  They were hydrating, but as behind as I felt.  They brought some funnels and hoses.  I had some toys, too.  We started by talking to the 35 maybe 40 men of all ages and types.  One was a great regular at Chicago Water Buddies.  Fluid Pig invited them all to strip down and either get wet themselves or get us wet.

I was bad.  During Fluid Pig’s talk, I motioned for the Pup to come give me head.  He did.  Willingly.

“Great, now I have no one’s attention.” 

But I don’t think he really cared. 

Fluid Pig and the Pup did the first demo.  Fluid Pig pissed in a funnel connected to a long, clear plastic tube in the Pup’s mouth.  That homemade contraption proved a godsend.  They stuck the funnel outside the fence and the class used it for us to drink.

And the pup and I did the next demo.  The crowd gathered outside the fencing.  I told them that I always check the strength of my piss by hosing down either a man’s ass crack or his cock—and then lick it.  The Pup bent.  I let fly over his hairy butt and cleaned him up with my tongue.  The men murmured.  And got bolder

An older man, totally naked,  with a huge cock came into the wet area.  I started to repeat the test of the strength of  my piss by getting two splashes on his dick.  “Just let me drink it,” he chortled.  I pissed straight up and into his mouth.  He swallowed happily.

Others entered the piss area.  One man, who had been in my afternoon class, who had a scraggly beard was dressed in full leather.  “Cover me,” he pleaded, laying down on the wet floor.  Three of us made sure we did, letting it play on his face, hair, beard, open mouth and down his leather jacket and over his cod piece.  His dick was sticking out of it and he was pissing himself, too.

Others came in—some tried a spray over their chest as one of us stood on the steps to the shower and let it rain down on the man.

The guy from Chicago began rolling in the piss with the leather man, wallowing in what was making its way to the drain from other activities.

Being cute and young, the Pup had many men give him a load via the funnel and tube.  Some went in his mouth, more often all over his body.

It was only an hour class.  So once their bladder was empty, men began filing out.

“Can I cover you?”  A hot young man, maybe Latino, in a black singlet with a yellow stripe, asked the Pup.  He willing knelt and put the tube at the top of his head—so it would cascade down his head, neck, back and through his ass crack.  I was there to lick it up so it didn’t hit the floor.    I cleaned his furry ass as much as I could as the Pup writhed with the heavy flow from the Latino.

 

We showered, cleaned up and left.

How did you spend your Saturday morning?